Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.